Unmarried

This is the most curious thing. During high school we were about 10 girls in my little town, all in the same grade, that we would hang out together. From us 10, now all at age 35, only 4 got married (including myself). Not having married at that age is kind of unheard of in rural Greece. Sure, it’s normal that someone might end up not married, but when 60% of your friends aren’t, then something’s fishy. My mother thinks… that we have all been cursed somehow (I’ve been engaged unsuccessfully twice before you see), and it truly saddens her every time she thinks about all of us.

I believe in my gut that if I had stayed in Greece I would be one of these unmarried friends too. I never had anything in common with the Greek way of life, ideas and beliefs. I was always my own fruit, kind of a banana in a sea of strawberries. I love Greece, but not for the same reasons the rest of the Greeks do. Thankfully, I fell for a person who is very open minded, intelligent, successful, handsome, and so life eventually smiled to me. I hope life smiles to others too.

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